#Poem Companion

She was always there
with a word or a smile
and so it was this time
as I set off on the longest journey

I felt nothing
save the gentle pressure of her hand
this is my parting gift, she said
and touched her fingers to my chest

A sense of companionship endures
as if she speaks through others –
the strangers I meet
strangers I feel I have always known
I think this is true –
that sometimes their load is heavy
and though I travel lightly
I cannot share

I have turned now
and face the homeward journey
That place
where she touched my chest
is calm and warm

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